Dirty Christmas
Me admitting the wedding fallout, how it made me feel exposed, like I'd lost my footing.
"Sounds like we both got burned," he said, descending with a coil of lights. His arm brushed mine, sending a jolt straight to my core. "But Christmas has a way of thawing things out."
Inside, we warmed up with hot cocoa spiked with peppermint schnapps. The bakery emptied as evening fell, customers grabbing last-minute treats.
Snow started falling harder, blanketing the streets in white. Dad checked the forecast. "Blizzard's hitting full force. Roads'll be closed by nightfall. Jake, you staying in town?"